AchingCryingWantingCravingLovingYearningDesperately, desperately needing himKnowing that it can't beKnowing that I can't have himNot in the way I wantNot in the way I needEverything seems wrong without himBut nothing is right when I'm with himBecause I'm never really with himBecause his voice just isn't enoughI need his touch; His gentle touchI need his lips; His soft lipsI need his arms; His arms wrapped around meBut we don't always get what we want...What we need...

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